Chapter 12

I could not keep my gaze off this year’s Mr. Templeton, a twenty-three-year-old African American and masculine beauty atop a floral float. Chad Desome never looked better in crew shorts and a matching white shirt. His broad smile glowed through three counties, and his eyes sparkled a magical blue. The queers and ladies among the crowd became ooze because of his gym-perfect handsomeness. I was pretty sure that those who were interested in his striking looks suffered from breathlessness and semi-unconscious.